FEAR AND FAITH

we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

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Let’s resonate your faith with your fears;
as it appears to the be your weapon in despair;
dragged out from your soul- like a sword from its sheath;
like the only content in your one bullet shell;
as you move your vision away from yourself, from your ability to something else;

 
For without fear, faith is extinct- for the correlation between this two is too strong, it’s like a bond, a bond amidst two twinned souls.
And the greatest fear, now, as become, the fear of one’s self,
No one can kill you more than you yourself- for we slaughter snippets of our souls as we procrastinate on our vision, our dreams.

 
we die every day- and, not because of the science of the flesh described as getting older.
But because we hold up swords of fear, slashing our dreams with lazy attitudes. Having wings but too scared to fly;
afraid to leap off the cliff even with parachute at our backs.

 
How then do we get to the sky? Soar among the birds in the cloud?
This battle within the silent chambers of our mind has to be won;
and the ultimate weapon for victory, is the AK47 of Faith.

I FOUND MYSELF

Trying to figure out, like counting the words buried in this tomb of body, I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

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I- with my eye, explored the fields of my mind;
As I Google-searched those words deposited in my mind- by a pastor;
they existed but were latent, I needed to get the patent right.

So I write, like the Facebook page Iwrite; I wrote- a note- to the guardians of my soul
With a post stamp of the seal of my sole, i send; as I ascend, to my high spirited self.

Trying to figure out, counting the words buried in this tomb of body,
I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.

So I meditated on Christ,
checking out his word as I carefully check them out from the ballot-box of my mind; picking at Random.

It was like folded papers,
even when you pick, you still have to unfold to see.
I uncovered those picked paper then I saw;
the letters as it spelt greatness off of my story.

Surprised, I surely was; coz I’ve been living like a nobody,
but now I’ve found in my own body- deep within the tunnel, that there is light ahead,
and I’m sure it’s not a train.

Since then, I never saw dark again.
Life became a game too easy for me, the settings were set to rookie.
My challenges I eat them as cookies; they became nothing.

Exploration became realization of past declaration of the living word.
It’s only normal to then be regal, after discovering that you’re royal.
Isn’t it?